He wondered if his daughter was really angry with him.
He stood by Song Weiyi's side for so long, yet there was no reaction at all.
As for Mrs. Pei, she was even more delighted. "My grandchildren are fond of me, so I should greet them more often and cultivate our relationship."
"Mom, it's already three o'clock, and you're still in the mood to nurture relationships?" Pei Yibai's voice came through firmly.
Everyone turned around and noticed that Pei Yibai had come downstairs—what was with that dark expression on his face? And why did his words carry a hint of gunpowder?
Pei Yibai pursed his lips and walked over.
"I'm in a good mood now, and besides, cultivating a relationship with my grandchildren is a very important matter. How could I be out of spirits for that? Son, I heard you waited for almost half an hour without feeling the baby's movement—is it true?" Mrs. Pei said joyfully, completely disregarding her son's grimace.